In Britain, the Noble Phantasm: Divine Key

“Although it has a magical aura, I don’t think this thing is a Mystic Code.” Artoria frowned slightly. “And I have a feeling that if I get entangled with this thing, something quite troublesome might happen.”

Kai was startled. He knew all too well how accurate Artoria's intuition was; every time she said that, the accuracy rate was at least 80%!

He gripped the golden sword tightly in his hand, a rather solemn expression on his face.

What follows is likely to be a tough battle.

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In the magic workshop, Morgan, lying on the bed, slowly opened her eyes. Her pale gold eyes were filled with deep confusion, which gradually returned to clarity after two or three minutes.

She straightened her upper body, slowly exhaled, rubbed her temples, and a complex expression appeared in her eyes: "The degree of fusion has deepened again..."

She turned her head, and there was a huge floor-length mirror next to her. Looking at her stunning face in the mirror, she murmured to herself, "Will I be Morgan le Fay or Guinevere from now on?"

Then a familiar face suddenly appeared in her mind, and her delicate face instantly blushed with a captivating blush, her lips curving into a sweet smile.

"No matter who I am, I will always protect the most important person in my life..."

Suddenly, a familiar magical wave emanated from her; it was the magical device she had set up outside that had been activated!

Splash!

Two golden spears, trailing chains, pierced through the wall in an instant and hurtled toward Morgan like serpents!

A frosty coldness appeared in Morgan's pale golden eyes. With a casual wave of his hand, intricate runes instantly took shape, and two thick rune hands emerged from them, tightly gripping the two spears in their hands.

"What is this thing?" Morgana frowned slightly, puzzled. "Isn't there a magic array set up by Merlin in the palace? Where did this thing come from?"

However, before she could figure out what was going on, she suddenly discovered that the two rune hands holding the golden spears had vanished like smoke, and all traces of magic had disappeared completely!

Morgan's eyes instantly filled with intense shock.

"Magic nullification!?"

First kill in Chapter 5!

In the training field, Lancelot and Bedivere were sparring.

Lancelot held a blue-gold greatsword, his handsome face as calm as still water. The Elvish script on the sword flowed with a faint light like lake water. The heavy greatsword in his hands was as light as a feather, and he unleashed a fierce attack like a storm, like an impenetrable net, bringing suffocating pressure.

Ding ding dong dong—!

The pristine lake and the silver arm collided, sparking dazzling fireworks. The crisp sound of metal clashing resounded like a relentless drumbeat. Under Lancelot's overwhelming offensive rhythm, Bedivere could only choose to put up a difficult resistance and wait for an opportunity to counterattack.

After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly noticed that Lancelot's speed had slowed down and his strength had gradually decreased, as if he had fallen into a state of exhaustion.

The opportunity is coming!

Bedivere's emerald eyes suddenly narrowed, and with a low shout, he lowered his body, stomped his toes, and thrust his right silver arm forward like an indestructible sword toward Lancelot's lacerated abdomen!

You've been tricked.

Lancelot's calm voice sent a jolt through Bedivere's heart!

call out--!

The once soft and weak greatsword instantly ripped through the void like blue-gold lightning, carrying an incredibly heavy wind as it slashed towards Bedivere's neck.

call--

As if time had stood still, both of their movements stopped simultaneously.

A few strands of silver hair drifted slowly down from mid-air. Bedivere turned his head slightly, looking at the greatsword that was about ten centimeters away from his neck, and a bitter smile appeared on his handsome face.

"I lost again."

Lancelot's lips curled into a slight smile as he withdrew the [Undamaged Lake Light] skill.

"This is the thirty-second time, isn't it? And I still haven't beaten you even once. It seems that in terms of martial arts, Lancelot is still stronger." Bedivere shook his head helplessly.

“All strength comes from persistent training, Bedivere. As long as you keep at it, one day you will become stronger than me.” Lancelot smiled broadly.

Bedivere looked at the silver arm on his right hand, a resolute look appearing in his emerald eyes, and nodded, saying, "Yes, I also believe that day will come sooner or later."

Due to his physical disability, Bedivere had always harbored feelings of inferiority over the years, because in aristocratic circles, such a defect was considered an unforgivable sin.

Whenever he accompanied the Duke of Lucan to an event, those who noticed his empty right hand would always look at him with disdain.

In order to change this situation, he has been working hard to improve himself, just to prove to others that even though he has a disability, he can still do things that others cannot.

He longed to fulfill his dreams and to gain recognition from others.

Even though he could easily knock away other people's spears, and even though he could command a brilliant battle, the strange looks he received never disappeared.

He felt utterly hopeless and frustrated, and even considered giving up on himself.

But at this time, the appearance of that king brought about earth-shattering changes to his life.

The wise and benevolent king did not mind his defect at all. He not only accepted his loyalty, but also recognized his knighthood and even transferred the arm of the God-King to him.

From the day the king said, "I believe in you," Bedivere had made up his mind that no matter what the cost, he would never let the king down!

"Let's stop here for today. Lanmarok asked me to teach the Knights swordsmanship. We'll continue our sparring next time," Lancelot said.

“Okay, thank you very much for agreeing to take the time to practice with me today, Lancelot,” Bedivere said with a slight bow.

"It's alright, I have nothing to do here anyway. You can come to me anytime you need anything." Lancelot laughed heartily.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and he roared:

"Get down!"

Bedwell seemed to realize something and rolled to the ground without hesitation.

【Undamaged Lake Light】slashed horizontally from about twenty centimeters above Bedwell's back, colliding with the oncoming golden spear. With a deafening, crisp sound, the two were deflected.

Bedivere quickly stood up, back to back with Lancelot, the Silver Arm in his hand gleaming with a sharp silver light, as he warily looked around.

Four golden spears had somehow appeared around the two of them, with long chains trailing behind them stretching into the distance, their origin unknown.

"What are these?" Lancelot asked, puzzled.

Bedwell carefully recalled the knowledge in his mind, and after a long while, shook his head: "I don't know, I've never seen such a thing before, but it seems that someone is operating these weapons behind the scenes."

Looking at the golden spears that were dragging chains and swirling in the air, his brows furrowed deeply: "Camelot is protected by the magic array set up by the great sage Merlin, which can suppress even gods. Could it be that the owner of these weapons has found a way to evade the restrictions of the magic array?"

A strong sense of unease welled up in Bedivere's heart. The fact that this intruder was able to evade Merlin's magic array meant that his strength was probably even more terrifying than he had imagined.

The chains rattled and trembled as four golden spears roared towards him like dragons. Lancelot swiftly parried the two spears that were hurtling towards him with a horizontal slash.

Om-! !

The silver arm suddenly burst forth with dazzling light, its incredibly sharp aura tearing apart everything around it.

"cut!"

With a horizontal slash, a blinding silver light flashed in the void, followed by two clear clangs, and two golden spears instantly fell to the ground!

The Silver Arm is a divine artifact with the power to tear everything apart. No matter how strong something is, it is as fragile as paper in front of it!

"Well done!" Lancelot exclaimed.

A smile appeared on Bedwell's face, but he suddenly felt a slight tightening around his waist.

He looked down in astonishment and saw a golden chain wrapped around his body without him noticing.

Just as he was about to use his silver arm to cut the chains, a strange power suddenly surged into his body, causing his magic and strength to vanish without a trace.

Bedivere fell to the ground with a thud, and the light surrounding the Silver Arm gradually dissipated until it was completely dimmed.

He clenched his teeth, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't muster any strength at all.

slam-la-

The chains tightened instantly, sending Bedivere flying outwards with no chance of resistance.

Seeing this, Lancelot's eyes widened in fury. Just as he was about to give chase, two more golden spears rushed forward and blocked his path.

"Bedwell!!"

Chapter Six Test Ended

In the stargazing room on the top floor of the palace, Merlin was leisurely lying on a deck chair, his eyes flashing with all sorts of bizarre and wonderful colors, and a look of great interest on his face.

"Wow! She was almost tied up! It looks like Kai is about to give up, but Lily has the [Avalon's Protection] on her, so she should be fine..."

"Morgan seems to be about to give up? Heh heh, this kind of magic-nullifying weapon is indeed a lot of trouble for a magician."

"Huh? Bedivere is already out? Tsk, how come it's so fast? I gave you the Silver Arm, you were so careless."

"Oh! Lancelot is angry. Is he trying to take Bedivere back? That's quite a will. Let's see if you can actually do it."

With his all-seeing eyes, Merlin's gaze kept shifting between the crowd, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

"Hmm... It seems His Majesty has acquired a very powerful weapon this time. It feels like it affects not only magic, but also many other forms of energy. If His Majesty gets accidentally bound, the trouble will be immense..."

Merlin "looked" toward Anahn's room, gazing at the sacred and solemn golden cross, and suddenly paused slightly.

"1, 2, 3...wait, there should be a total of twelve spears deployed, where are the other two?"

He muttered to himself in confusion, then activated his clairvoyance to track the whereabouts of the remaining two golden spears.

A moment later, a look of horror suddenly appeared on Merlin's face.

Bang--!!

Two golden spears with long chains suddenly pierced through the floor of the observatory, instantly piercing the recliner.

Countless petals fell from the void, and Merlin's figure appeared not far away, his handsome face covered in cold sweat, patting his chest with lingering fear.

"That scared me to death! I almost went from being Merlin the older brother to Merlin the older sister."

Looking at the two golden spears that were waving at him, Merlin gave a helpless, bitter smile.

"Your Majesty, I only said a few bad things. Aren't you going a bit too far?"

His response was a thrust from two golden spears.

Merlin pulled out a sword from somewhere and casually parried the two golden spears.

"Hmph, don't let my appearance fool you. Even without magic, I'm still very strong. I could easily handle two more Merlin brothers!" Merlin said proudly.